Modest Mouse

I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old

And oh my God I feel so damn old

I don't really feel anything

On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below

And oh my God, they look so alone

Do they really feel anything?

Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on

Where do you move when what you're moving from

Is yourself?

The universe works on a math equation

that never even ever really ends in the end

Infinity spirals out creation

We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying

We aint sure where you stand

You aint machines and you aint land

And the plants and the animals, they are linked

And the plants and the animals eat each other

Oh my God and oh my cat

I told my Dad what I need

Well I know what I have and want

But I don't know what I need

Well, he said he said he said he said

"Where we're going I'm dead."